Andrew Wells (flymonkeysfly) wrote in btvsal, @ 2009-10-06 22:22:00 |
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Current location: | Chloe's Sugar Shack, the Basement |
Current mood: | pensive |
Entry tags: | andrew wells, place: la, ~satsu ezaki |
Hopefully, This Goes OK
Who: Andrew and Satsu
Where: Basement of the Sugar Shack
When: Tuesday Afternoon
To Satsu Ezaki, it was about damned time. In her mind, she was one of the toughest, hardest-working Slayers out there, and if anyone deserved to have a watcher, it was her. Now, she'd finally been assigned one. Thankfully. Throwing on a pair of plaid short-shorts, with black combat boots and a skintight black tank top, her hair tied back in pigtails, the girl entered the Sugar Shack's basement through the back door that most of them used during business hours.
Andrew was waiting downstairs for her. He wasn't exactly sure how he was supposed to go about this. Sure, there was even a rulebook and everything, but even that was hard to follow for him. All he wanted to do was try and get through to the girl that he had been assigned. He vaguely remembered her being at Sunnydale High for a very short time, but other than that, he knew nothing about her.
Satsu found her eyes falling on Andrew as she entered. Wasn't her new watcher supposed to be here? "Hey. I remember you... you working with the Council now?" She asked, a little confused.
Great. Just great. She probably thinks that he's just some book reader for them or something. "Yeah, I do," he said, standing up. "Mr. Giles assigned me to be your watcher, actually."
"......you gotta be kidding me." She blinked, feeling somehow, vaguely insulted. She was a bad-ass, dammit! She deserved some equally bad-ass watcher! "Is Ashton Kutcher back here somewhere?" She looked around, waiting to be Punk'd.
He sighed. He wasn't in the mood for this. He was already in a decent amount of pain still from the car wreck, still worried about Dawn, and still grieving on top of it. "Look, no jokes. I know I'm not first choice. No lie there. Still, they're aren't exactly a lot of watchers to pass around. You've got me and all you're going to get is me."
"Look, I meant no offense." She sighed, not really in the mood for this either. "I just... I thought I was gonna get someone with experience. It's nothing personal. I guess... we're just gonna have to work something out together."
He nodded. "I'm not the only one without experience," he told her. "All of them were green once, though." Of course, most of the experienced ones had already had Slayers for quite some time, but he decided not to point that out to her. She just arrived a little too late to get one of those. "I'll learn as we go along. We'll work on this together."
"Yeah... we can help each other, really. Like I said, I'm adaptable. This isn't really what I was expecting, but so what? We'll deal." She sounded like she was trying to convince herself as much as him, but at least she was trying, and not just saying 'to hell with this'.
He nodded, giving her a smile. "I'm adaptable, too." He lived in Sunnydale for most of his life. He had to be adaptable or he would have been a dead kid. "We'll work together."
"You any good at sparring?" She asked, a twinkle in her eye. "Or would I whoop you too easily? We can stick to studies and training if need be..."
"Well, right now I have some cracked ribs, so I'm out for that, anyway," he pointed out, sitting back down. "Right now, I'd be down in half a punch. Well, half if I'm lucky. I can work on the sparring type stuff. Or maybe we should try having Slayers spar with each other instead."
"Hm. If so, any chance I could spar with Stone? Nice girl, but I do occasionally get the urge to knock her on her ass." Satsu grinned and crossed her arms, leaning against the wall. "So... I gotta ask: you nervous?"
"I can talk with her Watcher and ask her," he offered. Anyone but him right now would be a good idea. "And yeah, extremely. I'm supposed to train a girl I went to high school with. Aren't you even older than me?"
"You know, it's a good point, but I think we're about the same age. I'm 18." She arched an eyebrow at how ludicrous the situation was. The Council must REALLY be hurting.
"I'm seventeen," he pointed out to her. "I skipped my senior year and went straight to college." He shook his head. "I wonder if Mr. Giles even thought to check out birthdays before assigning you out to me."
She laughed there, and managed to stop before it turned into a full-on giggle attack. "Well, let's be honest. Having almost all the watchers blown to smithereens probably didn't exactly leave him with a ton of options. And at least I know you're smart." she shrugged and laughed. "I mean, he could have done worse."
"No, didn't help the situation at all," he said with a smile himself. At least they had managed to break the tension a little bit. "I'm sure he could have done worse..." At least Hope would have been older than her, though. Andrew couldn't even buy cigarettes, not that he'd smoke them or anything. It was just a point. "Still, I got to say that I was relieved to get you and not some of the others."
"What? You mean you wouldn't have been stoked to get someone like that weird little pale girl?" Yeah, she'd only seen Selinda once, but the girl clearly freaked her out.
He actually laughed there, wincing a little when his ribs reminded him that they were still hurting. "Selinda has a lot of issues, and not just the paleness."
"Well... at least you got one of the best. To quote Mary Jane Watson... Tiger, you just hit the jackpot." She said with a laugh.